2 March 2013
So I have been thinking and @yamaarashi 's #acrostic has inspired me to tell a few #TalesFromSchool ... Just for fun!
Feel free to do a few too, if you want to. If you do then please tag me in the comments so I can have a little read ☺ --------------------------------
Okay, so my first tale is one that still makes me think now. It involves quite a few people too. When I got into year 11, everyone sort of forgot about the "status" part ... Everyone said hi to everyone. Everyone was friends.
So there was my group of friends. We were standing by the art block talking. We had just found out that one of my friends were pregnant. We knew this because of all the rumours going round the school, well we suspected that she was. And she had just decided to tell us all ...
Anyway, thanks to my best friend (who was the first to know), I had known straight away but had to keep it a secret for weeks! That was one hell of a secret!
So we were standing around in a circle talking. Some were congratulating her and some were just quiet. I didn't know what to say because sometimes I let my mouth get away with me and was scared I'd say something about me already knowing lol.
I was wearing a skirt with tights this day. (this is kinda important)
So we were standing round in a circle when I got hit by something on my leg. I didn't know what it was, it just felt like I'd been bitten or stung by a bee. In October, yeah, it baffled me. So the first time I looked down, nothing. Then I looked down again and there was a huge (and I mean it when I say HUGE) lump on my leg.
That's when I felt pain. It was weird, I didn't feel pain before then and then, the lump was there and it suddenly hurt. And a few guys in my year came over, three of them, and one was hysterical.
"I'm so sorry. We were throwing stones and I slipped and I'm so sorry." He hugged me and did not stop saying sorry. He showed me the stone that had been thrown at me, it was kinda large and some bits had broken, he said. I laughed it off, I was in so much pain that I just wanted to go our first aid lady.
I finally got away and went to first aid. By this time, I was bleeding and the lump was bigger. Like the size of a golf ball. And she kept asking how I did it. I didn't answer properly, didn't want him to get in trouble, but she was a friend's mum so I knew she'd be told when they got in anyway.
I sat in that office for ages. With my leg up. The stone had pierced my skin but not the tights. (Like what?!?)
I ended up going to a lesson, an hour later, cos I was SO bored! They couldn't get hold of my mum so all I could do is sit there, and I wasn't bleeding anymore, so I went to History. Probably the worst lesson ever! Stepped into class, sat down for 5 minutes, then had to go back to first aid. I was in so much pain.
By the time lunch came, I had been made the promise of "go to lunch, sit down, and we'll ring your mum after". I thought, why not. So we sat in the canteen, talking. My leg was throbbing now and I couldn't walk properly.
It was then a close friend's little sister came to me. She was only in year 7, her sister was in Spain, it was the last day of term, and I thought there was no way this day could get worse. But I guess it did when I saw her face.
I had never seen her cry but she was like a little sister to me, because I was so close with her sister, and it broke my heart seeing her like that. I took her out into the corridor, held her close, and made her tell me exactly what happened.
It was all over the place, between her hiccups and tears, so I told her to calm down. I told her that no one would hurt her now that I was with her, I'd make sure if that, and slowly she did calm down.
She told me that someone had slapped her. I don't think I've ever been so angry. It was bubbling up inside me.
Now, I'm not one for confrontation. If that happened now then I would like to think I'd go straight to them and give them a piece of my mind. I ignored my leg and stormed off. I was not one to mess with and there were NO teachers around! Typical! I was just about to drag her up to the office when the group came over to us and said sorry. They explained it all and she said she was fine with that.
So I promised to take her home. She was SO scared! And I couldn't just leave her like that. I took her back to the canteen with me and spent the rest of lunch there. Then I survived last lesson (barely) and took her home ... I like to think I helped that day ...
And now, I have a mark on my leg. The scar of what happened. To remind me of that day ...
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